Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out? Chapter 2008: The Avalonian Court

"Hey, Oberon, are you going to address the elephant in the room already or what?" Ifrit, the King of Fire Spirits himself, boomed out while folding his brawny, flame-shrouded arms.

"I know about the Divine Weapons, but something even more outrageous has occurred!" one spirit queen cut in abruptly. A stunning giantess crafted from surging crystalline water, she exclaimed, "A Goddess! A goddess like Yggdrasil was born today! I witnessed her! She's on Cloudia, somehow... She's enormous! She stretches over the whole floating continent! She sprang from an Eden Apple Tree. Can you believe it, everyone?"

"I did," a massive moth among them confirmed with a nod. "Yet, she hasn't replied so far."

"I know. Sylphy, right? The one with boundless mana," Freyr agreed. "Now I regret not inviting her to court before... She seemed far too young back then. I felt concerned. I didn't wish to burden her... I sensed her immense strength and that she'd become extraordinary someday. But I never dreamed it would unfold this way. She's just forged gods..."

"I believe the new goddess has already notified her master. It hinges on her reply. We can't force her hand, after all," Freyr sighed deeply.

Within the assembly of spirit gods loomed a shadowy form woven from night's deepest darkness, bearing two star-like eyes.

"...?"

"...?!"

Unlike the other kings and queens, he stayed utterly silent and never uttered a word during these gatherings. But after years, he finally broke his silence.

"Think about it," Erebus declared. "That girl, their creation, emerged with an absurd power exceeding all expectations. What she wields is precisely the strength required to shift the balance, crush them... and liberate our world from their grip."

"..."

"..."

Simultaneously, she commanded the might to alter the course of this eternal conflict. Could they truly allow her free rein? Could they merely await a response that might never arrive?

"...Even then," Oberon sighed. "No, we can't resort to that, Erebus. We have to handle Sylphy with utmost care. Acting otherwise would breed her resentment, potentially directing her power against us. Don't you see that?"

"You're insane!" Ifrit roared in fury. "That won't occur, Erebus! What nonsense is this?! She's the daughter of the Hero of Blazing Swords, my present master. I won't allow you near her."

"Ahem! Well... noted," Oberon cleared his throat, shaking his head. "We won't pursue her like that. Clear? We're nothing like the Invaders or the Evil Gods. Stooping to their atrocities would make us equally vile! Everyone agree?"

"Very well. Freyr dispatched a modest invitation, but Sylphy might take offense at our lack of personal outreach via dream or gifts," Freyja remarked. "We needn't compel her. Lavish enough offerings, and the half-elf could accept. Mortals prize worldly treasures highly, remember. A couple of Spirit Treasures should suffice."

"Then what do you suggest?!" Freyja asked.

"...She is half-elf, so she will live a long life," Freyja nodded. "I guess we are playing the slow game then."

Silence fell over the group again as his eyes flashed brightly. A towering figure entered the court, composed of shimmering green and gold divine spiritual energy, rising from the colossal tree at his back.

"Be at ease, everyone," she intoned in a grave, celestial voice. "This vital gathering warrants my involvement too."

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